I’m on the move, people!
I started cleaning out my apartment, but it’s taking forever. Mostly because I’m trying to get rid of as much stuff as possible, which means I have to go through everything, and that takes time.
But the moving feels good. Real good! Today I got rid of my living-room table (I gave it to a friend who wanted it…), in two days the charity-shop will hopefully come pick up my fridge, television, 4 chairs, some kitchen-stuff, and whatever else I’m throwing up. I’ve sorted through all my clothes (I have A LOT of clothes) and I’m sending about one fourth of it to the local refuge-asylum. And my plan for the night: Sorting through all my shoes. And actually giving some of them away. And it hurts!
Another thing that hurts is my body after working out today, so I decided to reward myself with a glass of whiskey while cleaning out my apartment. Result: I’m sitting in front of the computer with a glass of whiskey NOT cleaning out my apartment… And I got paper in my mouth! Apparently there was paper in the glass. It tasted dry, in spite of the liquor being wet. (Duh, I know!)
I will now continue my cleaning, and you can enjoy this picture of Blonde-Frida in a near-empty apartment:
I know, I look awkward and uncomfortable. The floor was cold, and I dislike posing for a webcam rather than a real person with a camera.
-Frida
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I have a hard time trusting people sometime. Why? I guess due to disappointments in the past. But I’m trying to be less manic, paranoid and sceptical.
When I was younger I always figured that long-distance relationships had to be the best kind. It would be so great to have the time I needed for myself and my friends and still having that one person I really cared for. It would take commitment, but I’m the commiting type. And it wouldn’t have to affect my life that I had a boyfriend. That was the best part.
Now; I don’t like the idea of long-distance. I will do it for the person I’m in love with, and lord knows I have done it. But it sucks. Paranoia eats me up, I worry that I’m not interesting enough, I worry that people are out to hurt me, to cheat on me. I guess experience can ruin any optimistic romantic.
I guess it’s all about finding the right person, and then the distance and time won’t matter. For some people 6 days away is enough to lose feeling, others can take 6 months of distance. If the feelings are still strong after 6 months, and the wait seems worth it, then maybe you’ve found someone worth it. Right?
-Contemplatingly yours,
Frida.
Title-track: I think I’m Paranoid-Garbage
New years eve:
In spite of the party going well and having fun I didn’t feel too good, and went to bed early.
January 1st, 2011: Praying for death or morphine.
Waking up at around 6 (while a part of the party was still partying in the room outside my apartment), sick and in a really bad shape. The hours that followed included me living on the bathroom floor with a fever and a head-ache, and constantly, accidentally waking my brother (sleeping on my couch) due to a very involuntary and forceful expulsion of the contents of my stomach through my mouth. (Sorry for the graphic nature of this description, I tried to Wikipedia “vomiting” to find a word that sounded less gross… I failed.)
I listened to my friends gradually waking up/sobering up and arriving to make the most epic breakfast ever. Which I didn’t even manage to eat.
The rest of the day I spent with my family, hardly eating and feeling sick.
January 2nd: The evil takes a short break to allow me to savour the smell of stale alcohol and cleaning supplies.
I felt sick, but well enough to go home and clean up after the party. Due to awesome friends there wasn’t much left to do, and even that I got good help with.
Drove home (Oh, yeah, by the way: I got my drivers license last week…) and had dinner with family. Feeling better, but stayed the night just in case.
January 3rd: The evil returns.
Went home as my mother went to work, confident that I would spend the day preparing my move. After attempts to clean out my closet I realized I needed some sleep. Woke up 2 hours later with a fever and feeling sick. Again.
Read an entire book. Slept some. Sorted through some clothes. Took a break to write this.
How are you impressed with my new year? Wishing you could be me right now?
I know, my life is glamorous…
-Frida
Also: In celebration of the fact that I’m leaving in 9 days I tried finding a song with the title “9 Days”. This is one of the songs I found, and it reminded me of Five for Fighting, which is a good thing in my book.
I had this incredible idea for a blog entry early this morning, but thanks to my cellphone and radio alarms ability to snooze, this idea of pure awesome disappeared into the dark of sleep and a wet elephant dream. (And no! there was nothing erotic about this dream… Erotic dreams about elephants would be quite disturbing, but hey; Whatever floats your boat!)
So, just wanted to let you know I forgot what my entry was going to be about, and instead, I give you this:
At least now you’ll be able to tie your tie! And thats a good thing, yes?
PS: have a nice new year! Let it be yet another year, full of awesome blogging!
As you were!
Steinar
11:00 PM on my last non-school-night.
I’m marking the occasion by being bored and updating my iPod. I thought I’d share the experience with you, my two loyal readers, so that you could be bored with me.
Let’s start off with some info about my iPod.
Yes, its name is Petey. Don’t ask why. Take a closer gander at my playlists, though, it may reveal a deeper insight into my life. Actually, it doesn’t really reveal anything about my life, besides the fact that I use my iPod mainly for roadtrips, sleeping, bath-taking, and being emo. Upon further review of the contents of “Emo Times,” I find myself enraptured in laughter:
The Crystal Ship The Doors
Go Your Own Way Fleetwood Mac
Dirty Diana Michael Jackson
Weak and Powerless A Perfect Circle
The Outsider A Perfect Circle
15 Step Radiohead
Eulogy Tool
Pushit Tool
Vicarious Tool
White Summer/Black Mountain Side Led Zeppelin
The Zookeeper’s Boy Mew
Is it a good or bad thing that the closest thing I have to emo music is “Dirty Diana?” I’m gonna go with good.
Changing subjects, I’ve been somewhat in love with The Police as of late. I don’t think I really need to give a reason as to why I’m in love with them; they’re fucking awesome.
(Just a side note here- I have headphones on and I’m the only one upstairs, but I swear to Jesus it just sounded like somebody was walking around behind me. I think I may have sharted my pants a little. I pray it is the ghost of Michael.)
(Jackson.)
I also went to a show a couple night’s ago. The main performing band was Alter Bridge (you know, Creed minus the overly-Jesusey/alcoholic Scott Stapp and with the addition of Spokane boy Myles Kennedy?), but there were a couple of fairly decent openers: “Like A Storm” and “Taddy Porter.”
Brief description of “Like A Storm:” What seems like your typical douchey hardcore emo band is in reality a group of pretty New Zealand boys that like to play loud music and scream a lot. Overall, surprisingly good. I’m not usually a fan of such bands, but they actually do have some awesome talent behind their cliche manner. I didn’t care for their attempt at covering an Alice In Chains song (a band which should never, ever be covered), but oh well. Acoustic versions make them sound nicer!
As for “Taddy Porter:” The lead singer looks and sounds like the love child of Robert Plant and Joe Cocker (if you don’t know who those people are, then shame on you), the bass player has the most epic red hair I have ever seen, the guitarist is downright fantastic, and the drummer is…well…a fine drummer. They did an okay cover of “I Want You (She’s So Heavy),” but it didn’t really deviate in any way from the original so why even bother? Linkage to a video: Whatever Haunts You
(Damnit, I heard the walking again! Please be cats…please be cats…please be cats…)
Shit, this was a long entry. My bad.